Dying

My Skin Feels So Cold
I Am Slowly Growing Old
So Tired Of Fighting
I Am Slowly Dying

The Face In The Mirror
That Is Gazing At Me
I Try To Identify
The Stranger That I See
As I Open My Eyes
And Begin To Realise
Who It Must Be
That Stranger Is Me

My Skin Feels So Cold
I Am Slowly Growing Old
So Tired Of Fighting
I Am Slowly Dying

When I Speak
My Voice Sounds So Weak
I Feel Defeated
And Not Needed
The World Forgot My Name
I Have Lost This Game
It Was Never Fair
In The End No One Cares

My Skin Feels So Cold
I Am Slowly Growing Old
So Tired Of Fighting
I Am Slowly Dying